Notes to a Pig

And furthermore, once you are dead,
ground up and rotting for years,
long after your rancid flesh is
devoured by greasy,
double-chinned,
pimply breakfast eaters,
even after two or four more pig
generations have farted, wheezed and belched
through their seasons,
your fat, entrails and miscellaneous gristle,
will still be sitting on a shelf,
in a flourescent store,
in a box that says
LARD
on it.
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